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Trending Saints: St. We found out that the house we had lived in was bombed, the frontispiece crushed over the huge bolted cellar, and that everybody in it had died. The air raids took place for six to seven months, until the Russian army entered the city after Christmas.
On 15th October , Governor Horthy  wanted to take the country out of the war because he realized that the war was lost. And he spoke on the radio about it, and after that speech, the administrator of the house we lived in, an elderly Jew, he was almost 70 years old, I think his name was Lovi or something like that, thought the war was over, and the next day he took the yellow star off the house.
Probably all the other houses still had the yellow star on them, and two German officers and two or three Hungarian gendarmes came in our house and asked for the administrator, because they saw that the yellow star had been taken off. We shared the apartment with the old man. And the old man yelled, and my mother got frightened. Like any mother, she immediately wanted to keep her child from who knows what danger and hide me. But where was I to hide, they were already coming; I could hear steps coming towards our room.
The first thing at hand was to hide under the bed. And as I was on my all fours, trying to hide under the bed, I think my behind and my legs were still outside, the door opened and one of the Hungarian gendarmes shot at me, without asking, he probably thought I was a man. And I felt a blow in my knee. And when I got out from under the bed, both my legs were full of blood. I was lucky that the bullet came out, it was found under the bed, but my right knee had already been wounded. After that the gendarme said that he fired his gun in self-defense, that was unbelievable, how is that, self-defense in front of a year-old child?
Could I attack him? I was taken to the Jewish hospital , which was near the ghetto we were crowded in after that.
This Jewish hospital had existed even before the war started, most of the doctors there were Jews, but it was for everybody. At the hospital they took X-rays of my leg and they put it in a plaster, and the other knee, from which the bullet ricocheted from, was dressed. But the knee that had been shot had a problem, because, as the bullet went under the knee, it was split in two and it needed time to heal. When I was released from hospital it was already Christmas, it was on 24th December, when the Jews were gathered and taken to the banks of the Danube  and shot there.
We were very lucky to make it. I told them that I had been shot in the leg and I had to wear a plaster, and then they saw my earrings, they were gold child earrings, and told me to take them off. They also took a small ring and my watch, and then left. All the others from the house were taken away.
After that I found out that they were taken to the banks of the Danube and that they were all shot into the Danube. We were in that yellow star house from April to December. The ghetto was set up near the big synagogue, where the Jewish hospital was; it was fenced and guarded by soldiers and the police. We stayed in the ghetto for about a month and a half, that was all. There were no living conditions, we had no wood, we had no heating, and it was the height of the winter. I stayed in one room with my mother, and then my father came, and we all shared a room.
Somebody in the ghetto had a radio and we found out from that man that the Germans had surrendered the city; but there were still fights on the outskirts and they went on for quite some more weeks, but the Soviet army was already in the city. My mother probably went to the Swedish embassy; Jews were allowed to enter there. There were many Jews who actually lived on the precincts of the embassy to escape.
And such a fate, my dear God! No one knows to this day where he died, when he died, and how. For as long as we were in the ghetto, we had no idea what had happened to the rest of our family.
Then we found out. He left at the beginning of , and when they started to gather the Jews from Prague, he and his wife killed themselves. My uncle died, and my cousin, his son, after the war, went there and tried to find out something about them, where they had been buried, but he never found out anything, there was probably a mass grave. I know my father asked Aunt Elena and Uncle Jacob to come to Budapest when it all started; they would have escaped like my parents and I did, with the Wallenberg passports. After we had been liberated in January we returned to the yellow star house, because there was nothing left from the other house after the bombing, where we had lived; we could go inside, but the house had no windows, no doors, no furniture.
storecternima.ga But maybe even if they had been, people would have eaten them anyway, as they were so starved and mad. I ate horsemeat as well, my mother made some meatballs and they were very good, after all that famine. My plaster was taken off my leg at that time, but my leg was as stiff as wood. I would start crying because of the fear of the pain when I heard the woman come up the stairs.
But with time, slowly, I could bend my leg again. After quite a while, about a year I think, we found out that my aunts had died in Mauthausen . My father wrote to someone from Budapest and asked that person to find out. We knew that the ones in Targu Mures had been taken away [deported].
Aunt Frida had been taken to a camp.
In spring, in April , we came to Arad, the borders were open, one could go to Vienna, one could go to the USA, and one could go to the West. My father spoke with his sister Hilda, who lived in Arad, and we went to visit. We went to Arad in a cattle train, but we went to visit, we had no intention of staying here. We came with just the clothes we had on us, we had nothing left. My grandfather had died in or and my grandmother in My mother went there to see the cemetery first of all, to see where my grandparents and her brother were buried.
My father loved me very much; he spoiled me. The modeling is firm, recalling that of Antonio Mor, the Dutch portrait painter of Philip II , who exercised a considerable influence on the Spanish school. He also accompanied me to the swimming pool in Budapest, it was on Margaret Island. Mariana is sceptical about positive law as the guardian of primeval rights and liberties not only because of the machinations of unscrupulous and ambitious rulers. The Biblical allusion is not developed. Northern Transylvania belonged to Hungary until the fall of , when the Soviet troops entered and introduced a regime of military administration that sustained local autonomy. There was no synagogue in the village, only in Hateg.
She found it in the Jewish cemetery, of course, and then she went to see in what state the house was, she talked to the owner, but that was all. All this happened in fall , or in It was then, when I was 15 years old, that I met the man I loved all my life, and I still do: his name was Tibi Gusita, he was a lot older than me, he was about 24 years old, and he was a student in Bucharest.
After a few days we were introduced to each other in social circles, and I fell in love with him. It was a very pure love, and I thought he felt just as strongly for me as I did for him.
We were inseparable for as long as I was there, and he was a perfect gentleman, although he could have done anything with me, I was so lost in my love for him. I was so hurt, but soon we left for Miercurea Ciuc, that I never confronted him. I cried and I said that he would never be happy with her, or I with somebody else, and I was right in both cases.
When we left for Hateg my father had just found work and he had left for Miercurea Ciuc. He met an old acquaintance from Arad, because my father used to travel to Romania a lot, and draw contracts with wood for furniture from until Hungary has very few forests, and here there were rich forests, especially in Harghita, Covasna.
And he met in Arad somebody he knew, a Jew, Lempert. My father worked as a chief accountant at the timber factory there.
We lived in the center of town, it was an old house that we rented, there were no apartment blocks then in Miercurea Ciuc, but it was a disaster. We had two rooms, a kitchen and that was it. We lived on the first floor, and there was no running water, we had to carry water in a bucket from the well in the street. We had electricity, but the toilet was at the end of the corridor, and it was made of wood, like it is in the countryside, and in winter when you had to go your buttocks would freeze until you took off your pants and sat on the toilet.